Beg Me to Remarry No Chapter 57 - 57 057 Reverse

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Chapter 57: 057 Reverse

All the hackers turned their heads to look at Xia Ning, their gazes as unabashed as if they were sizing up waterlons on a roadside truck, making Xia Ning extrely uncomfortable.

Soone, not sure who, shouted with a raspy voice, “Boss Yang, what do you an ‘friend’? Isn’t this your sister-in-law?”

Imdiately, a bunch of people started to jeer.

Xia Ning’s face turned bright red with anger, as she shook off Yang Kaitai’s hand and pointed at the man who led the jeering, “Who are you calling your sister-in-law? Do I have anything to do with you? If you keep talking nonsense, believe it or not, I will find soone to take care of you.”

The man lost face on the spot, with a look of embarrassnt on his face, and his narrow eyes stared at Xia Ning like a beast eyeing its prey.

The most embarrassed person was Yang Kaitai. He turned back, dissatisfied, and said to Xia Ning, “They’re all here to help you, just talking for a bit of fun. Can’t you just put up with it?”

“I can’t put up with it,” Xia Ning raised her voice, using her usual arrogant tone, “Yang Kaitai, who do you think you are, trying to get above yourself just because you did sothing? Let

tell you, if it wasn’t for my brother…”

“Xiaoning…” Xia Cheng saw that she was speaking out of line and quickly pulled her back. He first gave Xia Ning a threatening look, then turned to the group of hackers with a smile on his face, “Brothers, my sister has a bad temper, please bear with her. You’ve all been working hard recently. Just hang in there a bit longer. Once this is done, I will personally reward you with one million.”

“Aweso, Boss Xia!” Yang Kaitai was the first to voice his approval, imdiately setting off a wave of excited cheers among the hackers.

On the way back, Xia Ning’s face was as ugly as it could get, “Brother, you can call a few girls to accompany Yang Kaitai for dinner tonight. I’m not going.”

“We’ve co this far, do you want to fail at the last hurdle?” Xia Cheng said with a cold face, “No matter how much you dislike Yang Kaitai, make yourself look nice tonight. This matter isn’t just between you and Fu Han anymore; Dad is also very concerned.”

…

Fu Han and Su Cheng were both in the house, neither daring to go out. In the end, it was Su Cheng, worried that Fu Han might be hungry, who cooked noodles again—the only thing he knew how to make.

The fridge was, in fact, cramd full of all sorts of food by Su Cheng, but Fu Han was in no mood to cook. That she was willing to eat noodles was already quite sothing.

Every few minutes, the two would run to the peephole to check if the journalists outside had left, but those people seed to be in it for the long haul, each finding a spot to settle in without any intention of leaving.

This was the first ti Fu Han encountered such a situation, utterly bewildered about what to do, completely at a loss.

Suddenly, a commotion rose from outside, and Fu Han’s heart stirred. Forgetting to put on her shoes, she rushed to the peephole, only to see that all the journalists outside had run away.

Carrying their heavy caras, they moved swiftly and with trained precision.

“They left?” Fu Han and Su Cheng looked at each other, disbelieving the scene before them.

Swallowing nervously, Su Cheng tentatively suggested, “Should I leave first? Just in case they co back and I can’t get out.”

“What if they’re just hiding sowhere close by?” Fu Han asked anxiously, her beautiful face, wracked with worry, brighter and more lively.

The light in Su Cheng’s eyes brightened, a rush of gallantry flooding his heart, “No problem, I’ll run as soon as I get out. There are no photos of

online, even if they see , they won’t recognize .”

Fu Han pondered the idea. She had been under the sa roof with Su Cheng all morning and really didn’t want to continue staying.

All morning, Su Cheng tried hard to find topics of conversation, but they were all extrely awkward, leaving Fu Han with no mood to engage, resulting in nothing but forced chatter.

Suddenly, the sound of knocking rang out, startling both Fu Han and Su Cheng. They looked at each other, and in each other’s eyes, they saw concern: “Could it be that the paparazzi really have returned?”

As they hesitated, He Xing’s voice ca from outside, “Xiaohan, it’s , open the door quickly.”

Fu Han got excited instantly, forgetting to verify through the peephole whether it really was He Xing outside. She fumbled with the lock, and with a yank, she flung the door open.

After He Xing entered, he didn’t even have ti to check out the state of the room. He instantly enveloped Fu Han in his embrace, resting his chin on her forehead, “Xiaohan, don’t worry, I’m here.”

Those simple eight words almost brought Fu Han to tears, a feeling she never had even when she saw a barrage of insults online.

She leaned on He Xing’s shoulder, unable to utter a single word.

He Xing gently patted her head, his glance finally falling on Su Cheng who stood a ter away. His body tensed instantly, and he asked expressionlessly, “What are you doing here?”

Su Cheng’s face also looked uneasy, but out of consideration for Fu Han, he kept up appearances, “I heard about the situation online, so I ca to bring Fu Han sothing to eat.”

“Right. Su Cheng helped

clean the kitchen, and he cooked noodles for .” Fu Han, fearing He Xing and Su Cheng might start a fight, explained as she extricated herself from He Xing’s embrace.

When He Xing suddenly appeared here, she briefly forgot that she had made painstaking efforts to leave him, also forgetting that she had once used Su Cheng to upset He Xing, hoping to break off their marriage engagent.

At that mont, Su Cheng felt a sense of righteousness. He stepped beside Fu Han and silently stared at He Xing, his intention clear without words.

The atmosphere in the living room beca exceedingly tense, and Fu Han felt overwhelmingly troubled. The situation was already chaotic enough, and now these two were adding to the commotion.

“You better go,” He Xing suddenly said to Su Cheng. “If you don’t want to cause trouble for Fu Han, leave imdiately. Those journalists will co back soon.”

Su Cheng hesitated, looking at Fu Han without speaking, clearly not believing He Xing’s words.

“You can go back, we’ll contact each other by phone if there’s anything.” Fu Han nodded, knowing that He Xing never lied, even though she wanted to flee from his side.

Before Su Cheng left, he gave He Xing a long look, only to be t with He Xing slamming the door shut with a “snap”.

Indeed, as soon as Su Cheng left, the elevator door opened again, and the gossip-hungry journalists made a grand return, cursing and swearing, obviously not in a good mood.

Fu Han’s elegant eyebrows furrowed in confusion, looking at He Xing, “Did you do sothing I don’t know about?”

He Xing, already making himself at ho by pouring a glass of warm water, put the glass down on the coffee table and crossed his legs proudly before responding, “I rely had soone spread a false lead to the paparazzi, claiming you were spotted at the entrance of the complex. They’d naturally rush over to get first-hand materials. Then I took the opportunity to co back, isn’t that perfect?”